His square face was suffused with red, he thwacked his fist on his desk and leaped out of his chair and stamped away from her, cursing viciously.
“Who sent you here to ask me that question?” he shouted, advancing on her from the window.
“It's my own business—I came on my own account,” she stammered.
“How comes it to be your business, miss?”
“I gave him my promise to marry him.”
“If you did you made a devil of a mistake; I can tell you that, young woman!”
“I realize it, Colonel Dodd. I want to know where he is. I want to take back that promise.”
He controlled himself and stared at her. “Take my advice and consider your contract with Richard Dodd annulled—for good and sufficient reasons, Miss Kilgour. I don't want to say any more. I can't say any more. This thing touches me on a sore spot. Don't be afraid. I'm not angry at you. But just forget that fellow and go on about your own business.”
“I will do so, Colonel Dodd, after I have settled certain business with him.”
“What business?”